Doomsday Descends

A quarter of an hour had passed since they came face-to-face with that enormous World-Class Giant Ship.

Fifteen minutes later, inside an underground shelter.

"Cough, cough, cough cough cough..." Mo Long wheezed as though a broken bellows were being hauled with all its might. Amid violent coughing, his whole body convulsed beyond his control. Only the restraint suit kept him from flopping and thrashing everywhere like a fish tossed into a frying pan.

There was no helping it. His nervous system had been severely damaged.

Just moments ago, within fifteen minutes, he had fought five Seventh Rank assassins in succession, killing two and driving off three.

Only then had he finally reached this shelter. It was an air-raid bunker for patrol officers, meant to evade large-scale strikes, with all defenses built to the standards of civilization-level warfare.

No one had expected such a strategic reserve to actually come in handy.

This was merely a small civilian shelter, similar to a civil-defense facility. It was quite well stocked inside: medicine, parts, food, simple fabrication tools, weaponry and equipment, and even an operating bed.

Though everything was somewhat old, it could still be used once the wax-paper wrapping was torn open.

Li Qi was currently beside him, reading the manual while operating the surgical bed and repairing Mo Long's damaged neural circuits.

Fortunately, Li Qi's learning ability was exceptionally strong. Though he was reading the manual on the spot, his hands were still steady.

Unfortunately, the connection to the outside network had been severed, leaving him unable to learn what was happening outside.

After more than an hour of surgery, Li Qi set down the equipment in his hands.

Mo Long still needed rest. First, he would seal the main door shut. This place could block detection and was itself extremely well